Melbourne has its disadvantages, but a lack of choice for decent food is not among them.
The practised Melbourne hands thought cheap and cheerful Chinese was the way to go, so we all ended up at the King of Kings, whose Lemon Chicken is a growing legend at work.
Then around the corner in the Greek Quarter, the recommendation was for dessert at International Cakes. I couldn’t fit much in by this point so settled for a modest piece of baklavathalaki. Rounded off nicely, I made for the hotel.
In the opposite direction the returning Turkish fans from the football game at Telstra Dome had something to celebate: 1 nil over the Aussies (I asked them the score, in between their jumping around, chanting, and general exuberance).
Of course, this is all fun in advance. The next two work days will be stuck in airless rooms discussing things of vital importance. Outside, life will continue without me.
In the meantime, I’ve got to have something to keep me going.